We had a camp, a community. Two families would serve us meal on Saturdays. Different lifestyles brought a lot of people together. In daytime, we were part of the outer community. At nighttime, we were our own community. When a homemade fire pit was stolen from the outer community, we offered to let them search our tents and help them find it. I went for walks to make sure the park and playground were kept clean. It was a hard time, but it was doable because I felt like I belonged somewhere. It was a safe place. We had safety. We made safety. All neighbourhoods want this. It was home.
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